Stephen Jameson & Gwen Stacy
"Can't complain," Stephen said, eyeing the string-like thing that she was playing with when he approached. It didn't look like anything he'd ever seen before. "No one's thrown a drink at me yet." Not that he actually thought that was a possibility. He was a pretty decent guy.
With any luck, he hadn't given his last date any ideas. "I'm Stephen. Have you enjoyed your evening, Gwen?"